SEABROOK: Hm…(V.O.) still a few bugs to work out, (ON CAMERA) but Otto and I are both feeling much better about the drive-off next week. Oh, note for Jamie. Fuel pressure gauge is fluctuating. (SFX: ELECTRIC DOORS CLICK SHUT/SEAT BELT LOCKS)(SFX: SEABROOK GASPS) SEABROOK: Malfunction in the electrical system at zero six thirty eight. Initiating software shutdown. (SFX: HUMVEE ENGINE STARTS) (SFX: SEABROOK COUGHING) SEABROOK: Exhaust in the cabin. Otto’s core is frozen. I’m hitting the kill switch.

TAYLOR: From the video presentation, it’s clear that sexual harassment can take many forms in the work place. A co-worker with “elevator eyes” looking you up and down. A co-worker shows you a cartoon or photo of a sexual nature. TONY: (TO MCGEE) If you’re lucky.

TAYLOR: A co-worker’s hand accidentally brushes up against your body. ZIVA: (TO TONY) If you’re really lucky. TAYLOR: Physical contact can be divided into three categories. Green light includes normal behavior. Yellow light includes borderline behavior such as hugging someone or …(BEAT) Yes? ABBY: What’s wrong with hugging people? I hug people all the time! TAYLOR: You may see it as friendly, but your co-workers may find it offensive. ABBY: You guys get offended when I hug you? TONY: No! (ALL: “No!”) ABBY: I’m hugging you all in my mind right now. TAYLOR: D.O.D. policy is very clear about this point, Miss. You must first ask permission before making physical contact with a co-worker. ABBY: Like… every time? TAYLOR: Yes. And finally, there’s red light behavior such as deliberate, unwelcomed, touching. (SFX: TONY SHOUTS/JUMPS FROM THE CHAIR) TAYLOR: (LONG BEAT) Another question? TONY: Yeah. What if you slap someone in the back of the head like this? Would that be considered an inappropriate behavior? TAYLOR: Absolutely. Are you saying that this has actually happened? TONY: (LONG BEAT) No, I was just wondering. That’s all. TAYLOR: Yes? (PHONE RINGS) JIMMY: Uh, yes. Uh… what if part of your job…. GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Gibbs. JIMMY: … includes touching naked people, and… TAYLOR: That’s inappropriate at any time. JIMMY: Even if they’re dead? TAYLOR: Why are you touching dead, naked people? JIMMY: You see, I work in Autopsy. TAYLOR: Can we try to keep this discussion focused on the topic? GIBBS: Gear up! (TO SHEPARD) Navy Lieutenant’s been found dead in an R and D facility in Fairfax. TAYLOR: Wait, I can’t mark you as attending unless you’re here for all of it. SHEPARD: Uh, Miss Taylor, I will take excellent notes for them. TAYLOR: Okay.

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INT. GARAGE – DAY

GIBBS: Ducky won’t be here. He’s got to take his mom to the hospital. JIMMY: Is Victoria all right? GIBBS: Well, she cut herself shaving. And for some reason, he thinks you can handle this, Palmer. JIMMY: Um… what do you think, Agent Gibbs? GIBBS: Well, I don’t know, Palmer. You got me a T.O.D.? JIMMY: Yes! According to the liver probe, she died two hours and eighteen minutes ago. GIBBS: Does it tell you how? JIMMY: Actually, the probe only tells you the difference between ambient temperature and … but you already know all this. Uh… tentatively, I’d say she died from hypoxia, Agent Gibbs. GIBBS: Carbon monoxide poisoning. JIMMY: Yeah, most likely. In sixty percent of cases it’s accidental. And the other twenty-nine percent – they’re self-inflicted. GIBBS: Well, I’m more concerned with the three percent you left out. MCGEE: Palmer, he’s talking about the ones deliberately murdered this way. GIBBS: (V.O.) How’d she get on the floor? ZIVA: A co-worker found her in the passenger seat, in there, door still closed and the engine running. MCGEE: He drove it out, attempted CPR. Tony’s taking his statement now. GIBBS: What kind of vehicle is this? MCGEE: It is a second-generation, fully-autonomous A-I operated vehicle, Boss. GIBBS: Oh, yeah. I can see that, McGee. I mean, other than the obvious. ZIVA: Wait, you actually understood that? You know what it does then? GIBBS: Yeah. Your basic second-generation, A-I autonomous stuff. (BEAT) Where the hell does the driver sit? ZIVA: That’s the point. There isn’t one. It drivers itself. MCGEE: Boss, A-I stands for artificial intelligence. It’s a robot.

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INT. MAIN LAB – DAY

ENGLER: All I’m saying, Agent Dinozzo, is our entire team is under a tremendous amount of stress. We’re competing against dozens of teams. Three and a half years of work and it all comes down to a single proof-of-concept test. TONY: Robot car race? ENGLER: In crude terms, yes. TONY: What do you get if you win? ENGLER: Recognition in my field. TONY: What about one of those cool trophies like they hand out in NASCAR? ENGLER: I wouldn’t know. I’m a scientist, not a redneck. TONY: It is the fastest growing sport in the country. I rest my case. ENGLER: In my opinion, it’s clear what happened here. When I found Seabrook, she was sitting in Otto with the diagnostic bay doors closed and the engine running. What’s that tell you? TONY: You think she killed herself? ENGLER: I do. TONY: What about an accident? Or a malfunction? ENGLER: All she had to do to shut Otto down was to flick the kill switch. It was right in front of her on the dash board. Obviously, she couldn’t face her own faults and missed deadline, so… she took the coward’s away out. PIKE: That’s enough, Torsten! ENGLER: She’s dead, Russell. There’s no need for you to continue the charade of defending her. PIKE: I’m Doctor Pike, project leader. Where is Lieutenant Seabrook? Could you… stop? Can I… can I see her? Roni… what have you done?

(SFX: BAG UNZIPS)

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INT. GARAGE – DAY

MCGEE: (V.O.) Ziva, you have really got to see this! ZIVA: See what, McGee? MCGEE: It’s an Atlas-Seven CPU! The same one developed for the Martian rovers. ZIVA: And how does this pertain to the case? MCGEE: Oh, it doesn’t. I just thought it was cool. If you think about this-- (SFX: ZIVA SLIPS AND LANDS ON MCGEE) ZIVA: That better be your handcuff. TONY: I believe this is a classic “yellow light” situation. ZIVA: Stop moving, McGee! My hand’s stuck! MCGEE: Okay. TONY: That’s not the only thing that’s stuck. Make that “red light” situation. ENGLER: What are you doing? TONY: Investigating a dead Naval Officer. ENGLER: That’s a twenty-two million dollar piece of equipment, you – you people are jeopardizing my entire project! TONY: We’re doing our jobs. What’d you find? MCGEE: Ah, it’s a USB cable. Still attached to the console in the passenger side. ZIVA: Also bagged a battery for a laptop in the front seat. ENGLER: I removed it up top. TONY: We’ll need it. ENGLER: Absolutely not. It contains a backup copy of Otto’s A.I. TONY: Well, whatever that is, we’ll need that, too. ENGLER: That is Otto. ZIVA: Already got it covered, Tony. Tow truck should be here any minute now. ENGLER: This is… this is our only prototype! You people… you people are… you’re…. TONY: We’re cops, Federal agents, police officers. Maybe if you sound it out, it’s easier. You know, English as a third language is always the trickiest one. ZIVA: I’ll take the laptop now, please.

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INT. PIKE’S OFFICE – DAY

PIKE: I’ve known Roni for almost ten years, Agent Gibbs. She was one of my brightest students at M.I.T. An exceptional mind. Light years ahead of her peers when it came to the field of artificial intelligence. GIBBS: Machines that can think. PIKE: Yes. GIBBS: So that Humvee can think? PIKE: Only about driving. An easy task for you or me, but for a machine it takes millions of calculations a second, and complex reasoning skills. GIBBS: According to the Navy, your thinking car is a joint project with them and Azeon. PIKE: They’ve been very good to us as far as R and D resources go. GIBBS: Meaning money? PIKE: And Lieutenant Seabrook’s time. GIBBS: We’re going to need your security tapes and access logs that you keep, Doctor. PIKE: She wasn’t even supposed to be here this morning, Agent Gibbs. She worked late last night. I… I gave her the morning off. GIBBS: She didn’t take it. She died in your garage zero six forty this morning. PIKE: She must have come in to run a test. She’s… was a perfectionist. Never satisfied. Traits I’m afraid I encouraged her in. GIBBS: Sitting in a running vehicle inside an enclosed space is not a bright idea. PIKE: Trust me, Agent Gibbs. Roni was not the type to kill herself. GIBBS: What type was she, Doctor? PIKE: Driven.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

ZIVA: Lieutenant Seabrook’s Naval career was most unusual. No deployments, and as far as I can tell, she never set foot on a ship. TONY: Well, she was an egg head. They don’t recruit them to fight wars. ZIVA: No, just to build machines for fighting them. Maybe she had enough. TONY: Enough of what? ZIVA: You’d be surprised how many weapon designers take their own lives. MCGEE: I might have a better motive. Azeon had everything leveraged on Otto. It fails the drive-off, the company goes bankrupt. ZIVA: Sabotage. MCGEE: Someone wanted them to fail. ZIVA: Not bad, McGee. TONY: I’ve got one better than better. Curious to know what follows “red light” behavior, Ziva? ZIVA: Uh… potential pregnancy? TONY: That’s a good guess, but not in this case. Check this out. I ran the security footage taken from the lab. Zero one fifteen. Last two people present were our Lieutenant and this guy. Azeon’s chief mechanic, Jamie Jones. Hold onto your socks. It gets a little steamy. (SFX: KEYBOARDING) MCGEE: What about the video from this morning when she died? TONY: Oh, yeah! Why didn’t I think of that? Someone erased it. The last image taken from any camera stops at zero five thirty-seven this morning. And then nothing but snow. ZIVA: She was murdered.

(MUSIC UP AND OUT)

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INT. AUTOPSY ROOM - DAY

(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN) DUCKY: Did you find my bag, Mister Palmer? JIMMY: In the trunk of your car, Doctor. DUCKY: Oh, thank you. I’m sorry if I seem a bit flustered today. JIMMY: Well, it’s understandable, Doctor. Where did your mother cut herself? DUCKY: Well, let’s just say that a woman in her nineties should not be using a straight-edge razor when grooming, and leave it at that. Are you hiding a secret from me, Mister Palmer? Well, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m thinking of doing the same thing myself. JIMMY: You are? DUCKY: Yes. Only in my case I have to be careful of heart strain and muscle fatigue. How long have you been pumping? JIMMY: (CHUCKLES/STAMMERS) I wouldn’t call it “pumping”, Doctor. DUCKY: Well, whatever they call it these days, I’m impressed with you. JIMMY: Really? DUCKY: Yes, you’ve certainly got yourself in shape. Have you joined a gym? JIMMY: (BEAT) A gym!? Yes! Yes, I have… a few months ago.

(SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN/ CLOSE) GIBBS: What do we got, Duck? DUCKY: Oh, Mister Palmer’s initial assumption was correct. Lieutenant Seabrook died of carbon monoxide poisoning. GIBBS: Tell me something I don’t know. DUCKY: The levels of CO in her blood – five times the fatal dose. Yes, she was probably rendered unconscious in less than thirty seconds. GIBBS: Not possible unless she was-- DUCKY: She was breathing in the exhaust fumes directly from the tailpipe. GIBBS: Or someone pumped it into the vehicle. DUCKY: Which makes sense in light of what else I found. Evidence of assault. Look at her wrists. They’re bruised. GIBBS: She was restrained. DUCKY: And I also found what appeared to be bite marks on her inner thighs and back. GIBBS: Run a rape kit. DUCKY: I did. That’s when I found this. An intrauterine device. More commonly known as an I.U.D. JIMMY: Is it just me, or does anyone else wonder how they get those ol’ things in there? (BEAT) That probably sounded a lot more inappropriate than I meant. GIBBS: Do you think, Palmer? DUCKY: As I was saying, when I ran the rape kit, I found fresh male genetic material from last night or early this morning. Abby’s running the samples now. I also found traces of engine oil and a particular kind of lotion on her hair and skin. JIMMY: The main ingredient was pumice. GIBBS: Grease-monkey soap.

DUCKY: Yeah, except her nails and hands are clean. The skin is soft, no calluses to speak of. GIBBS: Not her soap. DUCKY: No. She certainly wasn’t a regular user. GIBBS: Thanks, Duck. (SFX: DOORS SLIDE OPEN) DUCKY: Did you learn nothing in that class this morning, Mister Palmer?

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

ZIVA: Jamie Jones was arrested in nineteen ninety-eight for assault and battery on his girlfriend, and she dropped the charges and married him six months later. TONY: Well, there’s no accounting for taste. Look at Brittany and K-Fed. ZIVA: At least she was smart enough to ask for a divorce. MCGEE: So was Jones’ wife. Divorced three years ago. Ooh, and there’s a retraining order. ZIVA: Shocking. MCGEE: Not on him. He got it against his ex-wife. TONY: Lieutenant Seabrook wasn’t alone at Azeon last night, Boss. GIBBS: She was with a mechanic. TONY: Yeah. The Azeon security cameras caught it. ZIVA: And there was evidence she was… GIBBS: Sexually assaulted? Ducky thinks she was raped. TONY: Yeah, check this out. (MUSIC OVER VIDEO FOOTAGE) GIBBS: You got a warrant yet? TONY: Yeah. Right here. Name’s Jamie Jones. Ziva and I were going to pick him up. GIBBS: Not anymore. You’re processing the Lieutenant’s apartment. MCGEE: Boss, what about me? GIBBS: You get with Abby. CO levels in that vehicle were off the chart. You find out how he did it! (GIBBS WALKS O.S.) ZIVA: Ah, letting me drive? TONY: No, I’m meeting you there. I need to drop something off at the hospital. ZIVA: What? TONY: A stool sample. Would you like to see it? ZIVA: Do you want me to stab you in the eye with my knife? Huh.

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INT. GARAGE – DAY

(ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE) MCGEE: Abby? ABBY: (V.O.) Over here! MCGEE: Over where? ABBY: (V.O.) Over down here! MCGEE: I’m trying to decide if this is a “yellow light” or a “red light” situation. ABBY: You only wish I was still sexually harassing you. MCGEE: So uh… Gibbs wants us to figure out how so much CO got pumped into the vehicle’s cabin. ABBY:

ABBY: Okay, first of all, McGee, his name is Otto. (SPELLS) O.T.T.O. It’s a Palindrome. And second, he is so much more than a vehicle. (CONT.) I’ve never seen programming like this. It’s complex, elegant, visionary – it’s way out of my league. You? MCGEE: I got lost about about fifty lines in. Seabrook was operating on a whole different level. ABBY: If they use the AI to sabotage or redirect the exhaust into the ventilation system, that could take us months to track. MCGEE: Make sure you tell Gibbs that. ABBY: I did. I told him we needed help from the Azeon people. MCGEE: How? Right now they’re all suspects. ABBY: That’s what he said. MCGEE: Great. How long did he give us this time? ABBY: Today.

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INT. MAIN LAB – DAY

ENGLER: This is completely unacceptable. When do we get our vehicle back? GIBBS: When we’re done with it. ENGLER: Doing what? GIBBS: Figuring out how it was used to kill Lieutenant Seabrook. ENGLER: Are all NCIS agents this stupid? PIKE: Mister Engler! Insulting our guest won’t bring Otto back here any sooner. ENGLER: Of course. My apologies. How long will it take for you to figure out Roni killed herself, Agent Gibbs? GIBBS: Who said she killed herself? ENGLER: She was the only one down here this morning! GIBBS: You mean except for you? PIKE: Torsten, take a break. I’ll handle this.

ENGLER: You’d better, Russell. He’s jeopardizing the entire future of this company. (ENGLER WALKS O.S.) PIKE: What he was trying to say was that this proof of concept test is make or break time for us, Agent Gibbs. GIBBS: Reschedule it. PIKE: I tried. The D.O.D. won’t budge on the dates. Dozens of teams are flying in from all over the world! GIBBS: Then you’d better help me find Lieutenant Seabrook’s killer. Where’s your chief mechanic? PIKE: Jamie? No. No, not possible. He got along very well with Roni. They were very good friends. GIBBS: He sexually assaulted her in this garage last night.

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INT. HOSPITAL – DAY

(SFX: VOICES B.G.) JEANNE: Oh, right. Come on. TONY: Definitely a yellow light. JEANNE: Cytology tests take seventy-two hours. But Doctor House gets the results back in ten minutes. It’s ridiculous. TONY: In the entertainment world they call that suspension of disbelieve, actually. JEANNE: Tony! TONY: Hi. JEANNE: What are you doing here? TONY: Oh, well, I was in the area and I thought I would drop this off. JEANNE: You found it! TONY: Yes, I did. JEANNE: Thank you. TONY: Uh… who’s the guy molesting your neck over there? JEANNE: Oh. TONY: I’m curious. JEANNE: Am I detecting a little bit of jealousy here? TONY: Huh. Me? (CHUCKLES) Jealous? Yeah. Who was he? JEANNE: He’s gay. TONY: Okay. Good. JEANNE: What’s next? Insisting that I can’t see other people? TONY: Oh, no. That would…. that would just be cruel. JEANNE: You’re the one who was too busy to see me last night. TONY: Yeah. And I’ll make it up to you. JEANNE: When? TONY: Tomorrow? I promise. JEANNE: Promise. TONY: What’s that – marking your territory? JEANNE: Oh, just a reminder until you make good on your promise.

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INT. APARTMENT – DAY

(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ZIVA WALKS THROUGH THE LIVING ROOM) (DOOR OPENS)

TONY: Looks like she did a Trading Spaces with John Nash. Russell Crowe played him in Beautiful Mind, the Ron Howard movie about the insane mathematician. ZIVA: What kind of tests are you getting done? TONY: Why? Are you worried about me? ZIVA: You’re keeping a paper bag filled with crap in your desk. What do you think? TONY: I think you should go and check the bedroom. That is, unless you want me to come with you… and help? (BEAT) What? ZIVA: Just wondering if offering to take me to a bedroom constitutes sexual harassment. TONY: Well, if you have to ask then it’s not harassment. ZIVA: (V.O.) Tony, get in here!

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INT. BEDROOM – DAY

ZIVA: I just found Jamie Jones. JONES: (MUFFLED) Untie me!

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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM

ZIVA: What do you think, Tony? TONY: Well, you saw the video of him assaulting Lieutenant Seabrook. ZIVA: Doesn’t explain how he ended up tied to her bedposts, with a ball gag in his mouth. TONY: Well, have you ever heard of accomplices? (SFX: CELL PHONE RINGS) TONY: Oh. (INTO PHONE) Tony. (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)

(SCENE CUT)

JEANNE: (INTO PHONE) Am I catching you at a bad time?

(SCENE CUT)

TONY: (INTO PHONE) Ah, what can I do for you?

(SCENE CUT)

JEANNE: (INTO PHONE) Tomorrow night I was thinking of sushi. There’s a great new place in Georgetown. TONY: (V.O./FILTERED) Okay. JEANNE: (INTO PHONE) Oh, don’t sound so excited.

(SCENE CUT)

TONY: (INTO PHONE) I’m at work. But right. Got it. Okay. (END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)(TONY AND ZIVA STRUGGLE OVER THE CELL PHONE) TONY: What part of inappropriate touching don’t you understand? ZIVA: Uni Hospital? Test results came back already? TONY: I’m pregnant. McGee’s going to be very proud. (BEAT) What are you looking at? Keep an eye on the jump suit.

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INT. GARAGE – DAY

MCGEE: Seabrook’s got a bunch of MP3 files on here. All created over the last twenty-four hours. ABBY: Do you think she was illegally downloading? MCGEE: No, they were recorded with a laptop’s microphone. I think she was making verbal observations while running her test. I’m going to line up the time stamps. She might have made a recording while she was dying.

(SFX: ENGINE B.G.) ABBY: (SHOUTS/MUFFLED) McGee! McGee! Help! (SHOUTS/MUFFLED) It won’t open! The kill switch – (COUGHS) (ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE) (SFX: EMERGENCY WARNING HORN B.G.) GIBBS: (SHOUTS) Cover your face! (SFX: GUNSHOT) (SFX: GLASS SHATTERS) (DOOR OPENS) (SFX: ABBY COUGHING) ABBY: Permission to hug! GIBBS: You know you never have to ask, Abby. MCGEE: What happened!? GIBBS: Get the chair! ABBY: I almost bought the farm, McGee! I saw that old lady telling me to run to the light. MCGEE: Boss, my back was only turned for a few seconds. GIBBS: A few more seconds, McGee, she’d be dead. (TO ABBY) Are you okay? ABBY: Yeah. Really light-headed. (ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN /CLOSE) TONY: Boss! Evidence cage called in an emergency! GIBBS: It was me, Dinozzo. Stand down. ZIVA: You attacked a car? GIBBS: Car tried to kill Abby.

ABBY: I think there was a short. When I tried to unbuckle my seatbelt, it pinned me back and the windows shut, and the engine started. It triggered all the doors in the car to lock. And then the whole cabin filled up with exhaust. A few minutes more I would have been singing hymns with my angels right now. MCGEE: Abby, I’d have noticed before then. ABBY: Then I would have hugged you, McGee. TONY: So Lieutenant Seabrook was killed by a malfunction? MCGEE: Too many variables. GIBBS: It was deliberate. ZIVA: The Lieutenant was set up to look like suicide. TONY: I think it’s time we had a heart-to-heart with Jones, Boss. GIBBS: How’d he do it? (LOUDLY) It’s not a damn quiz, McGee! Find out! MCGEE: On it. GIBBS: What’d you say to Jones? TONY: Nothing. He’s been asking about Lieutenant Seabrook, acting like she’s still alive. GIBBS: Come on. Ducky’s checking you out. ABBY: I’m fine. I just-- GIBBS: It’s not a request, Abby.

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INT. HALLWAY – DAY

TONY: This is not good.

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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM – DAY

(DOOR OPENS) JONES: Look, this is all just a big misunderstanding, Agent Gibbs. All you have to do is call one phone number, man.

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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM

GIBBS: Lawyer. JONES: No.

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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM

JONES: Roni. Look, I know what it must look like back at her apartment. But … GIBBS: Lieutenant Seabrook’s your girlfriend now? JONES: Yeah. We’ve worked together for a few years. We started dating maybe six months back. GIBBS: Dating? JONES: Yeah. GIBBS: (BEAT) What’s that look like? JONES: It’s a stupid game, man. Only when we’re alone. GIBBS: You like games, Jones? JONES: We’re just role-playing, all right? It’s not like we’re freaks. Come on, man. Am I going to lose my security clearance over this?! GIBBS: Hey! You almost killed--

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INT. OBSERVATION ROOM

GIBBS: … one of my people today!!

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INT. INTERROGATION ROOM

JONES: What? ZIVA: That damn Humvee you used to kill Lieutenant Seabrook! JONES: Roni? What the hell are you talking about? GIBBS: Roni is downstairs, Jones, on a steel slab! JONES: (BEAT) This is one of her jokes, right? (BEAT) Is she behind the glass?

MCGEE: I did it, Abby. I know how they got in. ABBY: How’d you know I was here? MCGEE: I didn’t. Abby, I’m sorry for… ABBY: I know. (ABBY HUGS MCGEE) MCGEE: I thought you were supposed to ask for permission first? ABBY: Never with you, Tim.

MCGEE: The reason that we couldn’t find how they hacked the AI program was they didn’t. ABBY: They snuck in before the system was even online. GIBBS: Makes sense. MCGEE: There were a series of commands inserted into the flash memory of the bios at boot-up. ABBY: They waited until the conditions were met, and then BAM! Killer-car syndrome. MCGEE: Once executed, it purged from memory. The only trace left, an extra space on one of the motherboard’s bio chips. GIBBS: I figured it’d be something like that. ABBY: Right. Um… we know the program was flashed from a physical devise that was tied into the system. MCGEE: Memory stick, SD card. We just need to find it. ABBY: When we do, we’ll have the killer code and a clue to who wrote it. (BEAT) I think we lost him. We need to try it again, but slower. GIBBS: So what you’re saying, for example, we need to find something this small in a Humvee jammed with twenty-two million dollars worth of electronics. MCGEE: Pretty much. GIBBS: We’re screwed. ABBY: That is an excellent point.

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INT. MTAC ROOM – NIGHT

TONY: You wanted to see me? SHEPARD: You have plans tonight, Tony. TONY: Actually, no. Tomorrow I’m going to a-- SHEPARD: It wasn’t a question. We’ve had these three (V.O.) under observation ever since you tagged their bags at the airport. They made reservations for dinner tonight… here. The reservation (ON CAMERA) is for four. I want to know who they’re meeting with. TONY: Excellent. I’ve always wanted to try the food at this place, but it’s a little outside of my price range. SHEPARD: You won’t be inside. We couldn’t risk them IDing you as the baggage handler from the airport. TONY: So what’s the plan? SHEPARD: We’re going to take a more covert approach on this one. TONY: Oh. Did I ever tell you covert’s my middle name?

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EXT. STREET – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS) In my perspective…. I see the people from the big jet plane. The woman looks Teutonic, she drinks a vodka tonic, and two bald men sit with her, waiting for a fourth. They’re not going to order that main course until that person comes. (TO DOG) Hey! Everybody’s a critic. Am-scray! Get out of here! (SFX: TONY PLAYS THE GUITAR/ SINGS)(SFX: DOG WHINES B.G.)

WOMAN: (V.O.) I thought sure... but will you call me…

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INT. MTAC – NIGHT

SHEPARD: Keep your eyes on the prize, Tango-Eight. I may even let you keep the money you’re making.

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EXT. STREET – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS) Oh sorry! I just do…

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INT. MTAC – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS/V.O.) … what I can. SHEPARD: You’re not going to sing the whole thing, are you? TONY: (SINGS/V.O.) I’ve got to do…

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EXT. STREET – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS) … what I got to do. I am just a man. Oh! Speaking of man.

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INT. MTAC – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS/V.O.)…. Another man walked through that front door wearing a polka dot scarf. Will he join the table? I don’t know. Yes, he does! And greets the pretty lady. What do they say? Who knows?

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EXT. STREET – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS) He’s sitting at the table with the other people from the plane.

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INT. MTAC – NIGHT

SHEPARD: Stay steady on the target, Target-Eight. I want his photo. Isolate and freeze frame! TONY: (SINGS/V.O.) They are having a conversation.

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EXT. STREET – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS) A heavy, heavy, conversation. That man talk-a, talk-a….

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INT. MTAC – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS/V.O.) …talk-a lot. He talk-a, talk-a, talk-a lot. Jenny…

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EXT. STREET – NIGHT

TONY: (SINGS) …do you think I’ve been made?

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INT. MTAC - DAY

TONY: (SINGS/V.O.) Do you see what I see? SHEPARD: Relax, Tango-Eight. I’m sure he’s just checking his reflection in the glass.

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO: INT. GARAGE – DAY

ABBY: Hey, what was that movie where they took the whole car apart? MCGEE: I’m not Tony. ABBY: Come on. You know the one. They were looking for heroin and they took apart that entire car? MCGEE: Still not Tony. Abby, I think I found it! (SFX: KEYBOARDING) MCGEE: That’s it. That’s the kill program. ABBY: Yes! GIBBS: That’s a good job. Now put it back together. (BEAT) As in now. ABBY: Gibbs, what’s the rush? GIBBS: The Director just assured the Secretary of the Navy we were handling this thing with kid gloves. ABBY: Well, we didn’t get that memo! Because, you know, we’re wearing latex. GIBBS: Well, they want a team from Azeon to come by and check and make sure we didn’t break anything. MCGEE: When? GIBBS: Two hours. MCGEE: Boss, it took us ten just to take it apart! (ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE) GIBBS: Yeah, that’s why I brought you help. JONES: And Roni would be in tears if she saw Otto like this. GIBBS: Can you do it or not, Jones? JONES: Does he have to run? GIBBS: It’d be nice. CUT TO: INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

ZIVA: Are you all right? TONY: Define “all right?” ZIVA: You find out the results from the medical tests yet? TONY: Not yet. What time is the Azeon team getting here? ZIVA: Oh, forty minutes ago. You fell asleep. Gibbs and Jenny are stalling them in her office now. ENGLER: (V.O.) If you’ve discovered the problem with the vehicle…

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INT. SHEPARD’S OFFICE – DAY

ENGLER: … we can fix it. GIBBS: It wasn’t a problem. It was sabotage. ENGLER: By whom? SHEPARD: An expert in artificial intelligence. PIKE: Then it wasn’t Jamie. ENGLER: It must be one of the companies we’re competing against. They - they know that they can’t beat us in a fair fight. PIKE: The winner of the drive-off gets the entire D.O.D. contract, Director Shepard. Not just the Navy’s. SHEPARD: The Navy’s banking on you, Doctor. (CELL PHONE RINGS) SHEPARD: It’s why I’ve agreed to the Secretary’s request that you visually inspect Otto. ENGLER: When?! SHEPARD: Right now if you’d like. Agent Gibbs, would you mind escorting us?

SHEPARD: We have let a robot-killer Humvee loose on the streets of Washington! MCGEE: Uh, technically, Director, it’s a second generation, fully autonomous-- SHEPARD: I don’t care what it’s called! Find it! Fast! ZIVA: BOLO. On it, Boss. TONY: I’ll take the Beltway. MCGEE: Abby and I will see if we can access Otto’s system remotely. JONES: I think I might be able to help with that.

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INT. ABBY'S LAB - DAY

MCGEE: Someone had to send Otto a remote command and navigational data. All we have to do is find it. ABBY: So we can back-trace it to our bad guy. MCGEE: If we access the vehicle, can we remotely operate it? JONES: Yeah. I’ve seen Roni do it before. MCGEE: How? JONES: I don’t know, man. I’m just a mechanic, all right? This A.I. stuff is way out of my league. ABBY: Okay, what’s your job during test runs? JONES: I monitor stuff like tire pressure, fuel injectors-- ABBY: How? JONES: I have my own program. I mean, I could try… MCGEE: Do it! JONES: All right. But even if I get in, all I can tell you is stuff like oil pressure and fuel levels. Navigation and external sensors, that’s all handled by scientists. (MUSIC OVER ACTION) JONES: All right, I’m in. Now what? ABBY: Just sit back and let the scientist… MCGEE: Kick all kinds of major ass. (MUSIC OVER ACTION/ KEYBOARDING) JONES: Roni would have really liked you guys. (INTERCUT SCENE OF HUMVEE DRIVING) MCGEE: Okay, Abby. We are in sync. We’re now following the same stream back into Otto as Jamie’s program.

(INTERCUT SCENE OF HUMVEE DRIVING) MCGEE: Jamie, what’s the most complex sensory monitor with this? JONES: Uh… I’d say fuel injectors. ABBY: And when something goes wrong, do you just monitor it or is there something you can actually do? JONES: I have the ability to tweak some of the parameters to avoid engine damage. MCGEE: That’s our way in. Is that program on here too? JONES: It’s uh… right there. MCGEE: Great. Before we were just receiving, now we can send. Tweak something. JONES: All right, what? ABBY: It doesn’t matter! I just need to follow it downstream back into Otto. JONES: Okay, um… (SFX: KEYBOARDING) JONES: How’s that? ABBY: I’m in. MCGEE: I’ll pull up the navigation subdirectory. ABBY: Accessing Otto’s onboard GPS. MCGEE: It’s stopped. ABBY: It’s right off of Route One Twenty-Three in Fairfax. Go, McGee! I’ll keep working on back-tracing the guy that sent him there.

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EXT. ROAD – DAY

(SFX: CARS BRAKE TO A STOP) (SFX: CAR DOORS CLOSE) ZIVA: Clear! MCGEE: They took our chip, Boss. GIBBS: (V.O.) When I told you to put this car back together, I didn’t mean put it back together with the only piece of (ON CAMERA) evidence we had on the killer. MCGEE: I didn’t. We put in a copy. Abby’s got the original. Otto has five stereo cameras. Hoping one of them got a picture of our guy. TONY: Well, we’re definitely dealing with someone on the inside. They knew where all of Otto’s cameras were. MCGEE: The only picture I got is this. TONY: That thing takes worse pictures than you do, McGee. GIBBS: They went to a lot of trouble to get the chip back. Why? MCGEE: Well, like you said, it’s the only evidence we have. GIBBS: They know we can link it to them. How? MCGEE: Well, there weren’t any prints on the surface. The program’s in assembly language. I’m not sure. (CELL PHONE RINGS) GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) Yeah, Gibbs. (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)

(SCENE CUT) ABBY: (INTO PHONE) I back-traced the connection used to activate Otto. They’re in Azeon’s network. They’re online right now. I even have the – Gibbs? Ah….don’t worry, Jamie. We are going to get this guy…

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INT. MAIN LAB – DAY

PIKE: You’re sure about this, Agent Gibbs? GIBBS: We sure about this, McGee? MCGEE: Well, Abby gave me the specific IP address for the computer used to access Otto. I’ll know it when I find it. JONES: Which one was it? TONY: We’re working on it. (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES) MCGEE: Boss, IP address matches this one. PIKE: Engler! (MUSIC OVER ACTION/JONES PUNCHES ENGLER) JONES: (SHOUTS) You bastard! You killed her! ENGLER: (SHOUTS) Get him off me! JONES: (SHOUTS) What’s the matter? You couldn’t share the limelight? ENGLER: Why would I kill Seabrook? PIKE: You were jealous of Roni from the moment you met her. ENGLER: It’s ridiculous! If anything, she was jealous of me! I demand to know what proof you have against me! GIBBS: This. ENGLER: A flash chip? TONY: It was used to kill Lieutenant Seabrook. ZIVA: The one you took from the vehicle was a copy. ENGLER: Let me… let me see the code. Everyone here has their own specific style. I can tell you with certainty who wrote that one. PIKE: As can I, Engler. May I? (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES) PIKE: You’re mistaken, Agent Gibbs. This chip is blank. GIBBS: Let him go. TONY: Boss? GIBBS: Let him go. He’s the one who found Seabrook. If he wanted the chip back, he would have taken it before anyone got there. Doctor Pike…the only thing you erased from this chip were my photos. The real chip’s in the evidence locker at NCIS. JONES: She thought of you like a father! PIKE: She was supposed to take the morning off, Jamie. It was an accident. I would never, never… GIBBS: Who was supposed to drive Otto that morning? ENGLER: Me! You… senile old fool! You were trying to kill me! PIKE: I did it for all of us. He owns half the company! When Otto wins that race, we would have been stuck working with him forever! Nobody deserves that! You smug bastard! I never should have brought you in on this! Look, he’s destroying… ZIVA: If red light is for sexually assaulting a co-worker, what color is for murder? TONY: Uh, how does black light sound? ZIVA: It works for me.

ZIVA: Y. Pestis. A very nasty illness. It can cause permanent damage to the heart, lungs, and kidneys. And in some cases, patients can relapse months, or even years later. Tony had it. GIBBS: I know, Ziva. I was there. ZIVA: Did you know that he had some tests done recently. And he’s been wearing a hospital bracelet on his wrist? GIBBS: Nope. ZIVA: I asked him why, but he won’t tell me. GIBBS: Then he’s probably got a pretty good reason. (ELEVATOR DINGS/ DOORS OPEN/ CLOSE)

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INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT JEANNE: (BREATHLESSLY) Hi -- TONY: (BREATHLESSLY) So uh…can I take this stuff off now? JEANNE: I haven’t made up my mind yet. TONY: Okay. You do know that it’s for the psych ward, right? JEANNE: Oh, yeah. I picked it out special for you.